The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.

Monday, January 24, 2011

I'm As Recovered As The Economy

Which made today a Day From Hell. Finally did take a Bella Alk once I got to work, after a nasty panicky departure in which I lost the pill bottle, gave up and figured I would do without for as long as I could, then urp heroically and see how I felt afterward.

Found the pills after I'd stumbled in. They'd burrowed to the bottom of my purse.* I was therefore able to swap queasy drifting mixed with red-hot annoyance for the semi-drunk, clumsy, ill-controlled effects of that witches' brew right before I managed to get into hot water with the brass. --Hell, I had it coming, almost, but anyone who has noted the parallels between tech-types and some other, challenged folks knows the problem with face time.

Now try that after a quick, stiff drink and looking into a well-irked face. Degree-of-difficulty points, hey? But I neither ran nor horked, 'cos I'm strong like that. Also, there was broken stuff to be fixed if I got through it. (Double-secret broken stuff that wasn't written up, even).

Stumbled and staggered through the day, did not break anything or cause outages, got half a bag of cheese crackers and a bowl of rice down for a late lunch, then found them wanting back out the way they came in right before going home time. So I tried it the other way: took another anti-heave prescription pill and drove home.

And if I am barfy tomorrow? Hospital. Trying to work while I have symptoms like this is idiotic. Even though I accomplished a little, the risks to myself and others were too great.______________________________________* There is a reason why I love purses with a great many sections, pockets and compartments and this incident demonstrates it.

7 comments:

I have had (knock on wood!) only one weekend where the world would not stop turning. For me, it was an ear infection that antibiotics and anti-inflammatories helped make go away. Sounds like the root cause of yours is more complex, and i pray that it resolves quickly. Having BS at work doesn't help much either.

(Never had the opportunity myself, but I had an associate who did. "Post-mortem" comment from the big boss: "That's what happens when people are afraid to stay home when they're sick. You'd better hope it's not catching." The dept's minions bought the project-or a celebratory lunch after he recovered.)

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."